Page 67 of Wicked Games We Play

“Noah,” I moaned, my heart, my head, and my body playing catch up through the pleasure-induced fog. He rolled his hips into me and reached down to toy with my clit.

“Your turn, Flower. Repeat after me,” he whispered into my ear. “I Lily…”Thrust.

“I… Li… Lily.”

“Take you Noah.”Thrust.

“Take… you, Noah.”

“To be my husband.”Thrust.

My eyes rolled back, my orgasm hanging on the cusp, threatening to send me free falling. Moans fell from my lips with each circle of Noah’s thumb on my clit, my walls gripping him tightly inside.

“The longer you take to repeat the words, Flower, the longer you wait for your orgasm,” he growled, adjusting my leg. “Now, repeat after me. To be my husband.”Thrust.

The angle he had positioned our bodies made me feel like I was being ripped into two, in the best way possible.

“To… be my husband.”

“To love and to cherish.”Thrust.

“To love and to cherish.”

“For better or worse.”Thrust.

“For better… or worse.”

“Until my last dying breath.”Thrust.

“Until my… oh my God… until my last dying breath.” I couldn’t hang on any longer. I was so close, I was about to explode. Something about this time felt different, felt deeper, both in the physical and emotional sense.

“Come, Lily, let me hear you scream for yourhusband. Come all over my cock.” With one last thrust of his cock, my body quaked as I came, digging my nails into Noah’s shoulders as he chased his release, grunting while he rolled his hips into me before he finally came.

His body collapsed on mine, our heavy breaths mingling while we both came back down to earth. Tilting my head up, I looked into his gorgeous chocolate brown eyes and knew that I was home.

“I love you, Noah,” I told him, feeling it with my entire being, knowing that the simple word was not enough.

“I’ll love you until my last dying breath, Flower, and long after.”